The Wearing of Colors
There isn't a color I haven't worn
From green jealousy to the blues that mourn
Scared of the yellows and the patterns they form
Life's colorful fabric tattered and torn
Slipping the anger of red over my head
Picking up the threads that fall in my lap
Saving the shades to which I place most blame
The darker ones I keep for the dropping of names
There isn't a color that I haven't worn
On the color wheel spectrum I haven't put on
A rainbow array into life's lining I've sewn
All of the colors that I've ever worn
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